Style crisis

I am finding getting dressed in this heat a nightmare. My walk-in closet is stuffed with sexy wool dresses, sky high stilettos that can only be worn with tights if I wish not to be crippled, pencil skirts and cashmere.

The thermometer is hitting the mid-eighties, it's stickily humid, most of my summer glamour wardrobe is in England in storage and I have nothing to wear. Of course, normally that would be a lie, plain and simple. But I am stumped. As I have decided to ramp up my social life I need cocktail dresses in profusion: this week alone I have been to Bungalow 8, an engagement party at The Spotted Pig, a cocktail for the Brit-Lit set at Anthony Gottleib's place, and still have to come two dates, dinner in the Village, cocktails on the Roof at Soho House & super stylish BA's bday bash on Saturday. (She'll be wearing Donna Karen.)

Last night I ended up wearing a simple black washed silk tunic from Rory Beca, with big silver hoops, and very elegant silver flat sandals to Bungalow. I was the only woman in the joint in flats, & felt like Stumpy McStumpy, but the dress is wayyyy too short, even by my usual abbreviated standards to wear tights-less with heels. (Although I didn't belt it - it really would have been knicker-flashing) I still have my eye on French Connection's Queenie dress But, as I discovered yesterday when I hopped on my bike down to Broadway at 5.30pm in a last-minute shopping frenzy, the AW collection isn't in store until 06 October. Gah.

Rory Beca dress image from shopbop.com
French Connection dress from fcuk.com